CAPITAL NAMES means the story is being told from that person’s perspective. I’m thinking about writing a sequel to this story, but I might leave it as a one-off. Please leave your comments and constructive criticisms; I always want to hear people’s opinions whether they be negative or positive. Hope you enjoy!

LAURIE

My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing up to a point, but at eighteen years old, it goes from cute, to pathetic. You think he’d get out of his fucking shell by now, but nope; Tom is still the awkward, apprehensive boy he’s been his entire life. He’ll be heading off to college soon, and if he doesn’t open up, the best years of his life are going to be spent jerking it in a dorm. He’s a sweet kid, (listen to me patronizing him; he’s a year older than me for fuck’s sake!), but sweetness doesn’t get you very far in this world. He’s not a child anymore, and he needs someone to kill the boy and uncage the man. I guess that’ll have to be me.

Before your dirty, little mind runs rampant with incestuous fantasies, let me tell you now, that I have no intention of fucking my brother. Would you fuck your brother? I didn’t think so. That being said, I am going to get that poor bastard laid. I have a friend who needs to go to the prom. This friend had an incident earlier this year that made her quite unpopular with…everyone. Eleanor is this unfortunate moron, and ignoring the aforementioned incident, she’s actually quite the catch. Let me describe her to you; she’s looking away from me now, so I feel safe giving her a once-over. Don’t judge me for ogling; this is for your benefit.

She has red hair that flows from the crown of her head in an even part, and then bows inwardly at a sharp, angled cut, just below her jawline. She has pale, freckled skin, apple cheeks, a pointed nose, and full, luscious lips, which she keeps sheened with a layer of red lipstick. Her eyes are large, and sparkle with green irises that cement her obvious Irish ancestry. Pretty cute, huh? Well, her face could certainly be described as such, but her body requires more…adult adjectives. Her neck is long, and elegantly slopes into a delicate collarbone that connects two, narrow shoulders. Her breasts protrude from her chest in full D-cups, though their size does not feel exaggerated. She’s no athlete, so her abdomen isn’t toned, but it’s flat and layered with silky skin. Eleanor often brags that her best asset is her ass, and makes sure to add an affectation in the word “ass-et,” just for good measure. I can’t disagree with her; her ass is great. Full, thick glutes round together in supple domes that curve teasingly from her hips, and crease vulgarly into the crack between them. They seem to perch just above her thighs in a gravity-defying bulge, and when she walks, they flex in a teasing cadence of alternating lasciviousness.

Did you get a good picture? She’s pretty hot, huh? Well, she certainly thought so when she decided to go streaking during the Class A semifinals, and ended up causing our starting quarterback to break his tibia. Yeah…it’s a long story, but you can get why she’s unpopular at the moment. Maybe unpopular enough to lower her standards to a lonely, pathetic senior who needs a date to the prom.

“Psst, Ellie,” I whisper to her in chemistry class, “you got a date for prom yet?”

“You know I don’t,” Eleanor hisses back, “and you don’t need to be a cunt and rub it in.”

“I can set you up with a senior,” I smile, “a good-looking boy who just needs a girl with a pulse to hold his arm.”

“Ew,” Eleanor says, making a face, “you’re brother?! I can do better.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” I giggle, “Tom’s a nice guy.”

“That’s exactly the problem, Laura,” Eleanor frowns, “what the fuck am I going to do with a nice guy?”

“Look,” I whisper, catching the eyes of Professor Starling and lowering my voice, “just give him a chance. He’s a senior, so he has cachet.”

“He’s a loser. Just because he’s a year older than me, doesn’t mean I automatically want to fuck his brains out.”

“You’re a fucking loser, Eleanor,” I hiss, losing my temper, “either you go with my brother, or you go stag; you don’t have any other fucking options!”

“Ouch!” Eleanor exclaims, loud enough that the whole class turns around and looks at her. They glare at her with the same animosity they had after she ruined our school’s chances of making it to the state championship. High school football is a big fucking deal in Nebraska, and her infraction would not soon be forgotten.

“Fine,” she whispers to me after the class had turned their attention back to the professor, “I’ll talk to him in the car ride home.”

TOM

I thought finally getting my driver’s license would legitimize me as one of the cool kids, but all it did was make me the chaperone of Laurie and her friends. Being the only male in a van full of high school juniors might sound like a fun time, but for me, it usually meant cringing as the passengers screamed out-of-tune renditions of Adelle over the blaring car stereo. At least Laurie only brought one friend home with her today, but that friend just happened to be Eleanor fucking O’Reilly. God, if there was one person in the school that could make me look like less of a loser, it was her. Sure, she was a hot piece, but…the state championship!

“Hey Tom,” Laurie smiles as she gets into the front seat, “how was school?”

“The same,” I murmur, “what is she doing here?”

“Eleanor is staying with us tonight,” Laurie says, “and you’re going to be nice.”

“The state championship…”

“Be nice!” Laurie hisses as Eleanor opens the sliding door of the van.

“Hey Tom,” Eleanor says, “you got a date to the prom yet?”

“I’m not going to prom,” I grumble, “it’s too expensive.”

“It’s an archaic tradition created by racists, it’s a fascist construct that strips people of their individuality, it’s a corporate sham that preys on the insecurities of teenagers,” Laurie teases, “or it’s just too damn expensive. All of those excuses are just code for ‘I can’t get a date.’”

“Fine,” I confess, “I can’t get a date.”

“I bet you haven’t even asked anyone.” Laurie smirks.

“You know I haven’t.” I smile sadly.

“And now that all your ideal fantasies are taken,” Laurie says, “and your back-ups are taken, and your last-resorts are taken, you’ve decided to just skip it all together.”

“Bingo.” I sigh, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

“What if,” Laurie smiles coyly, “I had someone in mind that would love to go to prom with you.”

“And you think you’re too good for her?” Laurie laughs, and looks back at Eleanor. I eye the beautiful redhead in the rearview mirror, and run the thought through my head. High school was almost over, and any friends I once had, were now mere acquaintances at best. People would judge me for taking Eleanor, but I would never see those people again, so why should I care? She’d owe me at least one dance before she ditches me, which meant I’d get to grind my cock into the best ass in the entire school. Hmm…you know what? I’m already a rock-bottom loser, why the hell not?

“Hey Ellie,” I say to the girl sitting behind me, “will you go to the prom with me?”

“Fine.” she grumbles.

“Enthusiasm, Ellie,” Laurie glares at her friend, “act like you give a shit.”

“You could not be more of a bitch!” Laurie hisses, but I don’t give a shit. Eleanor pretending she wanted to go with me would have been much worse than honesty. I knew I was her last resort, and she knew she was my last chance. I didn’t expect anything but one dance of dispassionate grinding, but I was going to bump and grind into that ass like it was my last night on earth. I’d be moving away soon, and all of this high school shit would be behind me. The only thing I knew I’d regret, was that I never told Laurie how I really feel about her.

And I never would.

ELEANOR

You know, Tom’s not bad looking. Lanky, tall, and a mess of curly brown hair…he’s not bad looking at all. The only problem with Tom, is his mouth; he doesn’t open it enough, and when he does, you wish he hadn’t. Sitting with him at the kitchen table and listening to him drone on about the mods of his War Thunder gaming forum was fucking tortuous. I don’t care that the mods deleted your post, Tom, and I certainly don’t care that they banned users due to off-topic conversation. Oh, thank god Laurie’s here; I thought I was going to kill myself.

“You two seem to be hitting it off.” She smiles hopefully. I kill her smile with the motion of my hand, placing my forefinger to my temple and pulling an imaginary trigger.

“Or not.” She frowns.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Tom chuckles at Laurie, “we both know what the situation is. Ellie; I want one dance before you ditch me.”

“Fine,” I say with a wave of my hand, “propriety demands it.”

“Is that all?” Laurie exclaims, “Is that the best either of you are willing to do?”

“What?” Tom laughs, “Did you think this whole thing was going to turn into something? C’mon, Laurie; all of us knew this was basically an arranged marriage.”

“Set up by you,” I smirk at Laurie, “to get your loser friend and your loser brother together, hoping that two losers would somehow find a spark in their loser-dom.”

“We’re like, polar-opposite losers,” Tom laughed, and looked at me straight in the eye for the first time, “I’m a virgin who spends his nights in front of a computer screen, and she’s the slut who ruined football.”

“Half of them were at once,” I smirk, and lean forward, “so if we’re going but the number of times, and not the number of dicks…”

“I’m going to let you think about what you just said,” Tom says, resting her arms behind his head and leaning back, “until the realization strikes you.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing,” I say with a pursing of my lips and a raise of my brow, “one of those names will never be ‘Tom.’”

“I’m not a big fan of herpes anyway.”

“You must not be a fan of pussy at all,” I shoot back, “or you would’ve gotten some by now. Are you sure you’re not a closet homo? It’s 2017, Tom; you can come out.”

“ENOUGH!” Laurie yells, her face red with anger, “I fucking tried, OK? I tried with both of you, and all I get is this bullshit. Tom, you’re never getting laid if you don’t grow a sack. Ellie, people don’t hate you because of the football thing, they hate you because you’re an entitled bitch.”

Laurie gives us each a final, disdainful look, and then leaves for her room in a huff. I turn my eyes back to Tom, but Tom’s not paying attention to me. No, Tom is looking right at Laurie’s ass. Tom, Tom, Tom; you dirty boy, you. You thought I was the depraved, sexual deviant? Well, it looks like I’m not alone. Maybe we do have something in common.

“Tom,” I say in my sweetest voice, “how long have you wanted to fuck your little sister?”

Tom jolts up and his face flushes a deep crimson. I stare levelly into his eyes, my knowing smile taunting him. I see his mind try to concoct the retort that will magically refute my accusation, but the gears just aren’t shifting right.

“You were just staring right at her ass,” I giggle, “and it wasn’t a passing glance either.”

“N-n-no I wasn’t!” Tom stammers.

“Oh, Tom,” I smile, and lean forward just a bit more, “you said I was a slut, and you were right. I’m not good at math, science or history, but I’m a fucking PHD in men. I know what they want just by the look in their eyes, and your eyes were practically reflecting Laurie’s ass.”

Tom stares dumfounded at me for a second. Then he puts his hands into his lap, and looks down at them in embarrassment.

“Please don’t say anything,” he mutters, “she’s all I’ve got.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than say something,” I smirk, and scooch into the chair next to him, “I’m going to help you fuck her.”

Now would probably be a good time to pause the conversation and describe Laurie to you. I bet you thought I’d be the subject of this story’s perversions, and I’ll still play my part, but centerstage is going to be The Baker Sibling’s Taboo Extravaganza. But I digress; Laurie looks a lot like Tom, if you take out the lanky awkwardness and replace it with seventeen-year-old jailbait. Brown, curly hair flows from her head in a delightful coil of bouncing strands, and a set of big, blue eyes, luscious lips, high cheekbones, a cleft chin, and a cut jawline structure her face. She’s about an inch taller than me, maybe five-seven, but doesn’t bare the curves I have. Her neck is long and elegant, her shoulders are narrow and dainty, her arms are-yadda, yadda, yadda; let’s talk about her tits and ass. Laurie has a cute set of breasts, maybe b-cups, but they fill out her chest nicely and perk like they should. Her ass is well-shaped, and perches nicely atop her thighs, but it doesn’t bare the vulgar suppleness of my own (if I do say so myself). It looks good in a pair of leggings, and jiggles when she walks, but more importantly, it’s proportional to the rest of her frame. Laurie wouldn’t best be described as ‘skinny,’ more like ‘athletic.’ Think the body type of female soccer players, and you’ll get the picture. Anyway, I believe Tom was about to yell in shock.

“What?!” Tom yells in shock.

“Be quiet, Tommy,” I giggle, “or you’ll ruin the whole thing.”

“You’re not going to tell her a fucking thing!” Tom hisses, “I’ll-I’ll-I’ll-”

“You’ll-you’ll-you’ll-” I stammer back mockingly, “you’ll what? What are you going to do?”

“I’ll kill you.” Tom says, and grabs the steak knife from the cutlery block. He holds out the blade threateningly, and I notice that it’s not shaking in the least.

“What are you going to do with that?” I smirk, and shift my body closer to him.

“Say you had a breakdown,” Tom whispers, his voice dead-even, “that you made a lunge for me with the chef’s knife. People would believe it; you’re an ostracized whore with no friends except for Laurie; people would believe you went off the rails.”

My smile widens and I lean closer, until our faces are just inches apart. My breasts press against his chest and my hand moves toward his wrist.

“You don’t have the balls,” I whisper, “you wouldn’t hurt a fl-”

The cold blade presses against my neck, and Tom twists it until the point pierces the skin. I feel a drop of blood leak from the spot and run down my cleavage. My breath stops short, and my hand ceases it’s advance toward Tom’s wrist. He’s looking at me levelly, without a hint of doubt in his steely, blue eyes. He’s not fucking around; he’ll actually fucking do it. And reader, it turns me on like nothing ever has.

“Wow,” I whisper, “you really would do it, wouldn’t you?”

Tom doesn’t answer, he just keeps the knife pressed to my throat, and stares daggers into me. His threatening regard is seeped with a cold determination that leaves me feeling helpless and at his mercy. A shudder runs through me as I revel in my vulnerability. A vacant ache permeates from my depths, and compels my body to leak with readiness between my thighs.

“You can put the knife down,” I say softly, “I won’t tell her.”

“I don’t believe you.” Tom says.

“Are you going to kill me?” I ask, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“I’m thinking about it.” Tom responds, his voice dead and void of emotion, his hand steady and pressing threateningly. It occurs to me that Tom might be a bonafide ‘Dexter Morgan’ psychopath, and that I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope he wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry.

“Tom,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need, “fuck me.”

TOM

I never knew this about myself. I never knew there was a cold-blooded animal living beneath the guise of nervous adolescence. But here he was, keeping my knife steady, calming my nerves and filling me with singular focus. I could do it. I could just push the knife three inches forward, and that would be it. Eleanor is scared, but not terrified. No, she looks…excited; interesting. It’s not a secret that Eleanor takes meds for some kind of disorder (God only knows what), and she certainly exhibits a dangerous level of thrill-seeking behavior. Maybe, I could just say she finally went off the rails and slit her own-

The cold-blooded killer inside me meets his hot-blooded counterpart. They gage each other, hash out terms, and then decide on a course of action. I draw the knife gently down Eleanor’s neck, and let the blade rest between her breasts. She shudders in excitement, her lips curl in a hungry smile, and her eyes stare with wanton lust. I bring the knife down, and cut through the pink tank top that constrains her bulging bust. The blade slices through her bra, and her pale tits burst from their prison in a jiggle. She leans forward, cautiously moving, letting the point of the knife slide down her flat abdomen and to the waist band of her leggings. She slowly climbs on my lap and straddles me, and then begins delicately undoing my belt. I slice through her waistband, and she spreads her legs, tearing the cut down the crotch of her leggings until her white panties are exposed. There’s a noticeable dark spot deep in her crotch, and I know that she’s not faking her desire. I put the knife down on the table, and she unzips my fly. Her cool, thin fingers wrap around my throbbing cock, and she sighs and broadens her smile.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me,” she whispers, “don’t be nice, Tommy-boy.”

“I won’t be.”

I grab her by the throat and push her backwards on the table. She cries out in delight and spreads her legs further, tearing what’s left of her leggings all the way down her crotch. Her pelvis still presses against my lap, and it forces her back into an uncomfortable, concave arch. I stand up, bringing her pelvis with me, and then drive my hand under her waistband. My fingers press to the moist, tender flesh of her pussy, and I slide the middle and ring inside. Her eyes flash wide open, and her red lips part to yield a moan. Her thighs press together and grind with need around my invading wrist. I push my thumb against her clit and curl my fingers upward inside her. I rub my pinching digits; my fingers pressing against her inner wall, my thumb toying with her erogenous bump. She bites her lower lip and gyrates her hips in pleasure. Moans seep from her whorish mouth, and she stares at me with an expression that drives me mad: vulnerability. She’s under my control, and I can do whatever I want to her. She wants me to do whatever I want to her.

I take my fingers out, press my tip to her frothing slit, and push all the way in. Eleanor digs the back of her head into the table, her neck striates with tendons, and her upper-back lifts in the air. An exerted growl flows from her lips, and she flexes her vaginal muscles around me. I take a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pussy clenching about my cock, and then I grab her hips, pull out to the tip, and ram into her all the way. This time she cries out, and I press my palm roughly against her mouth to shut her the fuck up. She licks my hand in defiant lechery, and I squeeze one of her breasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protrudes around my fingers, and the nipple stands firm against my thumb. Her combative regard falters, and her submissive self takes over. She moans again, and guides my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twist her nipple and pull it from her body, and she squeals a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slap against her fat ass. Her body lurches back and forth across the table, her breasts jiggle to the beat of my drives, her thighs ripple with the impact of my lust. Her eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and I stare into them with my domineering possessiveness. She’s mine, my toy, my little slut.

“You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” I sneer at her as her voice rises higher and higher around my hand, “Nobody ever liked you, Ellie; they just wanted easy pussy.”

Eleanor cries something out from under my hand, but I just squeeze her cheeks harder.

“You’re the school cum-dumpster, and now I finally get my turn,” I grin as she screams out in pleasure from my rapidly-driving cock, “you should get a tramp stamp on your back that just says ‘take a number.’”

Eleanor may or may not be registering what I’m saying. Her eyes are starting to roll back in her head, and her jaw is slackening. I take my hand off her mouth and listen to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They’re growing faster and shorter, until they’re nothing but pants mixing with squeals. I grab her other breast and pinch the free nipple. I pull back with both hands, and watch as the supple, jiggling flesh stretches to conical points. Her chest lifts forward with my pull, and her head drives harder into the table. A scream of delight erupts from her mouth, but I don’t care enough to silence it. I fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises are smacking together in fury of slapping blasts, and the table is shaking dangerously. Her pussy is clenching and twitching with sporadic convulsions, and her voice is rising to a near-constant stream of ecstasy. I growl and plow into her harder and harder, not caring if I’m hurting her, but hoping I am. My cock drives through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in. She’s thrashing now; her shoulders shimmying in a possessed dance, her hips gyrating, her abdomen flexing. Her screams are rough and exerted, as though she’s in the midst of great physical strain. I feel her convulsions rise to a churning torrent inside her, and I thrust one last time. Her entire back arches from the table, her shoulders pin back, and her thighs lock around my hips. A single, breathless sound passes her gaping lips, and then she squirts all over me. I blow inside her with a cathartic roar, and collapse on top of her as she finally finds her voice. She screams out her euphoria, and digs her nails into my back as she’s taken by it. I drive the last bit of myself into her, and her scream subsides to a whimper. We breathe heavily on the table for a moment, and then look into each other’s eyes.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, “Tom, that was the best I’ve ever-”

I kiss her deeply. My lips push against the red outline of her mouth, and my tongue slides into it. She locks tongues with me, and glides a hand into the curls of my hair. I relish the feeling of her sweating, hot body pressing against my own, and the needful way she kisses me, and then I part.

“That still needs a little bit of work,” she giggles, “but Tom, you fuck like a champ.”

“Sorry I said those things about you,” I smile bashfully, “I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t you ever fucking apologize to me!” she hisses, and grabs my jaw, “That weak little boy that says ‘sorry’ over everything is gone. I want the crazy motherfucker who almost killed me.”

“Crazy motherfucker it is.” I grin, and kiss her again. This time, I don’t kiss her gently; I kiss her like I fucked her. My lips feed greedily upon hers, and my tongue drives hedonistically into her mouth. She wrestles with it, and loses, and I placate what’s left of her with my domineering lust. When I part from her, her lips are still open, and her eyes are closed in bliss.

“Much better,” she whispers, and licks her lips, “much, much better.”

“Clean it off.” I demand as I pull out of her. My cum dribbles from her desecrated slit, runs along her taint and pools in the puckered rim of her asshole. She smiles up at me and purrs like a cat while she gets to her knees on the table. She lowers her head, wraps her luscious, red lips about me, and takes my entire length down her throat. She gags when she gets to my base, looks up at me with those bright, green eyes, and swallows. I groan and pet her scarlet hair as she cleans me in one suck, from base to tip. Her lips free my cock with a satisfied smack, and she leaves me with a parting kiss on its head.

“So,” she smiles coyly, “what are we going to do about your little sister?”

“I told you,” I growl, “we’re not doing anything.”

“Yes, we are,” she giggles, “you and I are going to do everything to her. I thought you were a cold-blooded killer, Tom? Take what you want; let’s share your sister between us.”

“I can still kill you.”

“DNA evidence everywhere, Tommy-boy,” she smirks, and licks a fingertip covered in my cum, “your alibi wouldn’t really work too well for you.”

“I’m not ruining my relationship with my sister by trying to fuck her,” I growl, “there’s not a single chance in hell Laurie would go for it.”

“Tom, I know Laurie in ways you don’t.” Eleanor whispers to me as she presses her body against mine, “I’ve seen her at parties, and I’ve seen her with boys. She withers away in the presence of a controlling man; she can’t help herself. And you, my dear,” Eleanor smiles as her hands clasp about my cock, “are a very controlling man.”

“Why do you want to this happen so bad?” I ask her.

“Because I’m fucked up,” she smirks, “and I want to see good, socially-adjusted people demean themselves and come down to my level. You’re fucked up too, Tom; just as fucked up as me. I’ll warm up Laurie for you, and then you come in and take her.”

I didn’t actually expect everything to work out perfectly between Eleanor and Tom, but I had hoped something would happen. But no, they just reverted to their lowest selves, and shit all over my plan. Fucking Tom; how hard is it to fuck Eleanor O’Reilly?

Gojira’s heavy anthem Backbone blasts in my earbuds as I try to study. Tom could use a fucking backbone. I nod my head to the driving rhythm and then stop when I see a blur of scarlet enter my field of vision. Eleanor’s head pops out from the side of the doorframe. She motions with one hand for me to take out my earbuds, and I begrudgingly remove only one.

“Hey, Laurie?” she says, almost bashfully.

“What?” I shoot back, my voice full of venom.

“I need new clothes.” She smiles.

“Why?”

“Because,” she says and steps into the doorframe, “your brother fucking ruined mine.”

Eleanor’s tank top has been cut down the middle, her bra is sliced in two, and the crotch of her leggings is torn past her ass crack, exposing her wrinkled, soaked panties to me. Tom had done it; he’d actually fucking done it!

“Oh-my-god!” I squeal, “Oh my god, Ellie; you have to tell me everything! Come in here!”

Eleanor walks through the door and sits next to me on the bed. I sit upright and paw through my drawers for something that will fit her curves.

“Don’t be gross,” I giggle, and toss a t-shirt over her face, “I just want to know how he did.”

“Well,” Eleanor says as she pulls the shirt off her face, “he was rough.”

“I can see that,” I laugh, looking at her destroyed clothes, “did he use scissors or something?”

“A knife.” Eleanor responds.

“A knife?!” I exclaim, “That’s fucking kinky.”

“He was so…aggressive,” Eleanor says, almost moaning as she recalls the affair, “like a switch went off in his head, and all of the sudden, he was a different boy…a different man.”

“Did he take control?” I ask, throwing her a pair of leggings, “Was he all possessive and dominating?”

“Yessss,” Eleanor hisses, “he just…cut my clothes off and took me on the table. He called me a whore, called me the school cum-dumpster, and ravaged me like I’d never been before. Mmm, Laurie; he was so fucking good!”

The tone of Eleanor’s voice worries me slightly. I turn around and see that she hasn’t put on a single piece of clothing. In fact, she has her panties down her thighs and is now touching herself. Three fingers slide to the knuckles inside her, and my brother’s cum leaks out between them. What the fuck.

“Ellie, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask levelly.

“What does it look like?” she giggles, spreading her legs wide for me to see, “I’m playing with your brother’s cum.”

“Can you…not?” I ask, wondering what the fuck is going on with her. Eleanor is a slut, there’s no doubt about that, but this is just fucking bizarre.

“Hmm,” Eleanor smiles, “I don’t think I can.”

She takes a single index finger from her pussy, and places it between her lips. She looks me right in the eyes as she slowly, seductively, sucks my brother’s cum from her finger.

“He’s delicious,” she whispers, “you should try some.”

“Oooookaaaay…” I say, stepping back from her, “you guys obviously did drugs. I’ll just…get you some water and let you sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Won’t you join me?” she asks, her hand running through her red, trimmed mound, “We can do that thing we did sophomore year. Remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember not liking it,” I say, grabbing my water bottle and walking cautiously to her, “now I know pussy just isn’t for me.”

“Give it another chance,” she moans, and spreads her pussy wide with a two-fingered ‘v,’ “I want you to taste him.”

“Ellie,” I say, and hand her the water bottle, “you just need to get some rest-”

Eleanor grabs my outstretched arm and throws me on the bed. I flail for a second, and then land on my stomach.

“Ellie, what the fuck are you-”

She pushes my face into the pillow and crams her hand into my leggings. I scream as I feel her fingers sliding between my ass crack. I push my palms into the mattress and drive upward, but she quickly straddles my lower back and forces me back down. I whip my head around and stare my anger and terror into her eyes, but she just smiles back, and pushes her fingers further through the crease of my ass.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she smiles sadly, “but I need you to do this for me.”

I lash my hand out, but she’s too far away. I twist against her weight, but it’s no use. I’m pinned on my stomach, and at her mercy.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I scream, “What fucking drugs did you two take?!”

“We didn’t do any drugs,” she smiles, “I’m sober. Just relax, Laurie; I’ll take care of you.”

Her fingers slink past my asshole, and then tease it with a circling tip. My eyes widen in terror, and I trash uselessly against her.

“Tom!” I scream, “Tom, help me! She’s raping me! She’s raping me!”

“Tom knows,” Eleanor giggles, all of her fingers now circling the rim of my ass, “he’s waiting for you to get nice and ready for him.”

And with that, Eleanor pushes three fingers into my asshole. I screech into the pillow as I feel my rim stretch wide. She digs deeper and deeper, and then rests her raping digits against the wall of my anus.

“Are you a virgin here?” Eleanor muses, “I thought you would have let Ryan back here at least once, but you’re so tight. Tom’s going to fuck you here, Laurie, and he is packing heat, so I’ll need to loosen you up first.”

“Eleanor, stop!” I scream, now crying tears of pain, “Please!”

“I love you too much to stop, Laurie,” Eleanor smiles, “you’ve stuck with me through everything, even when everyone else abandoned me. Now, I’m going to help you through this; it will make us closer than ever.”

“You’re fucking insane!” I whisper, “Ellie; you need help!”

“Maybe,” Eleanor moans as she pushes her fingers deeper, “or maybe, I just need friends who are as fucked-up as I am.”

I grit my teeth and growl in strain as knuckle after knuckle is forced deep inside me. She lubricates my sodomy with my own brother’s cum, and I can feel his hot seed melting into my tender inner flesh. She withdraws slowly, letting my asshole pop in constriction about each knuckle, and then she pushes in again, this time adding another finger. The pain slowly recedes as I adjust to the girth of her four fingers, and I stop thrashing under her weight. It’s uncomfortable for a while, and though I squirm in protest, my defiance is noticeably dispirited. And then…then it starts to feel good. A deep, filling pressure expands in my tightest hole, and sends unfamiliar, new, tingles deep into my colon. The feeling is so invasive, so wrong, and yet, so good. A whimper brushes past my lips, and I clasp my hand over my mouth before it turns to a moan.

“Do you like it?” Eleanor asks, genuine hope in her voice, “I like having one in each, myself. I practice every night; mostly in the mirror, but sometimes for strangers on the internet. They don’t know they’re breaking the law, and it turns me on to watch them get off to a seventeen year old whore like me.”

Slowly, gently, Eleanor stretches my rim wide open. I stop squirming beneath her, and just murmur tones of protest under my breath. In and out, in and out; she pushes her entire fist into me, and then withdraws, pulling out some of my pink, inner flesh with each retreat. I hum a single, desperate tone as I clench my jaw and tighten my eyes. I’m trying to hold back the sound that wants to come out, trying with all my might. Eleanor pulls out, pinches her fingers together, and then pushes in all the way to the wrist. My rim screeches with tortuous delight, and I can’t help myself. I cry out into the pillow and sob with want.

“Deeper!” I scream. Eleanor laughs merrily, and obliges.

“I thought you might like it back here,” Eleanor coos, her other hand gently massaging my lower back, “but let me tell you, dearest friend: a cock is much better than my hand. Should I get Tom in here?”

“No!” I scream, but I can’t stop the moan from mixing with it.

“Tom,” Eleanor calls over her shoulder, “she’s ready for you!”

I hear the approaching footsteps of my older brother. Now, I do try to get free. I thrash and squirm beneath Eleanor with all my might, but she just shifts her weight on top of me and subdues me at every turn, all the while sinking her wonderful hand deeper and deeper into my newfound erogenous zone. Tom walks into the doorframe, staring at me, wearing nothing at all. He’s huge. It’s throbbing and curved upward in anticipation, and I reel back in terror and arousal. The latter feeling alarms me; I can’t want my brother, can I?

“Hey, Laurie,” Tom smiles with uncharacteristic confidence, “nice to see you’ve been getting along with my new girlfriend.”

“She was my friend before we were ever a thing,” Eleanor smirks at Tom, “come see what I’ve done to her for you.”

I stare over my shoulder in horror as Tom kneels between my legs on the bed, and looks at the hand that’s buried in my asshole.

“She loved it.” Eleanor smiles back, and then kisses Tom deeply. Their lips lock and suck in hedonistic splendor as their fingers entangle in each other’s hair. I’ve never seen a kiss so carnal, so lecherously vulgar in my life. They’re perfect for each other, and somehow, it makes me jealous. I suppress that thought as best I can, but it still lingers. Part of me wants the fire of their lust, to be taken by it, and then, to join in. No, Tom is your brother, Laurie; you have to fight! This is all wrong, all so fucking wrong!

“Tom,” I sob, “don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.”

“Sorry, sis,” Tom smiles, and then guides Eleanor’s hand out of my rim, “you just have to get through the hard part, and it’ll all be better.”

Knuckle by knuckle, Eleanor’s hands withdraws. I feel myself coming out with her, and I grit my teeth and growl in agonizing delight. Her last digit pulls from my ruined gape, and I feel my insides flow out of me. I scream and look back in horror as my asshole protrudes in a bud of pink flesh. God, it feels good. Eleanor giggles in delight and claps her hands as Tom reaches forward.

“Don’t!” I scream, but to no avail. My older brother pushes his fingers against the outturned, shiny, pink flesh of my ass, and gently squeezes. The ball of internal nerves blasts their signals up my spine, and I scream out in abject pleasure. My thighs tense, my toes curl, and I come. I come in a ferocious rip that sends my back arching in a wrenching curve with its axis pivoted about my subdued pelvis. I erupt a stream of feminine juices from my urethra and soak the bed beneath me. My hands claw at the sheets, and I scream louder and louder. I don’t even notice that Eleanor is stroking my hair until after the feeling is gone, and my body relaxes in involuntary submission.

“There, there,” she whispers lovingly, “that was just a taste of what’s to come. Are you ready, Laurie?”

I stare up at Eleanor from the tops of my eyes, and look back at Tom behind her. His demeanor is so foreign; it’s like he’s a completely different person. But he’s still my brother, and no matter how good it felt, what he did was wrong. I can’t. I can’t do this. But what choice do I have? He’s going to fuck me no matter what I say or do, I can see it in his eyes. Still, I have my dignity. I won’t say I want it. I’ll never say I like it.

“You people are fucking sick,” I whisper, “I hate both of you.”

“Don’t be so mean, Laurie,” Eleanor giggles as she tousles my hair, “you’ll regret saying that in a few minutes. Tom; fuck your little, bitchy sister.”

TOM

I line up my shot, press my tip to Laurie’s prolapsed asshole, and tease her with it; prodding her tender, pink folds with my rigid heat. She moans and pushes her face into the pillow to suppress the sounds of her pleasure. Eleanor runs a loving hand through my sister’s hair, and then looks down at my cock, and nods. Slowly, gently, I guide myself in. First, I push her rosebud back inside her, and she whimpers. Then, my tip stretches the tight, pink rim of her asshole, and she moans. Inch by inch I push deeper inside her, and inch by inch, her back arches from the bed. Her moans rise in their intensity with every bit I push, until my pelvis presses against the fat of her cheeks, and my balls rest on the frothing surface of her slit. Her shoulders pin together, her head rises from the pillow, and she looks back at me. Those blue eyes, my eyes, stare back at me, and they’re pleading, but not pleading for me to stop. No, pleading for me to keep going.

So, I do. I pull out to the tip, and then push in again, and again, and again. Every drive of my hips loosens her resisting inner muscles, until she’s not fighting me at all. Every drive sends her neck reeling back and her lips opening wide. Every drive forces her hands to unclench about the sheets she’s grasping, until they’re relaxed and flat against the bedding. And with every violent drive, her voice loses more of its defiance, and gains more of its pleasure. Now, she’s not just staying loose for me, but clenching and embracing me as I enter her. Now, she’s not flexing her glutes about me, but reaching back with her own hands and spreading them wider. Now, she’s not lying static and whimpering, but driving her hips back against me. Now, she’s not my precious little sister, but my moaning lover. I can see it in the way she looks at me; her mouth agape, her lips quivering and smiling at the corners, her eyes drunk with lust, and her brow furrowed at the peak of her face. She’s mine; all mine.

“You can get off her, Ellie,” I smile to my sadistic girlfriend, “she’s not going to fight us anymore.”

LAURIE

I love a controlling man. I love a man who takes charge of the situation, and imposes his will on me. Usually, that means I like it when a man gets too worked-up and just takes me, but now, I know what it really means: I’m a submissive whore. Tom imposed his will on me, my own brother, and here I am, with his cock seven-inches in my ass, moaning for him while I spread myself wide. I’m disgusted in myself, I even hate myself a little, but I can’t deny the part of me that loves it. The rational half of my mind is telling me this is abhorrent, disgusting and wrong, but the other half, the one that just loves a controlling man, is reveling in this depravity for the exact same reasons. That half absolutely delights in how sick and twisted this whole situation is, and the longer I try to endure the pleasure, the more that half takes control. I’m a mess of duality right now, but ‘luckily’ for me, Eleanor is playing therapist as she straddles my back.

“Just say you like it, Laurie,” she whispers in my ear, “and I’ll get off you, and you can enjoy yourself.”

“You’re in denial,” she giggles, and runs her hands through my hair, “you can’t even stop yourself from moaning. Just say it: you’re a depraved slut who likes it in the ass from her own brother.”

“No.” I mutter, my moans now morphing into exerted groans as I twist my asshole around my brother’s driving cock.

“Be like me, Laurie,” she whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my lobe, “there’s no shame in it if you have no shame.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, feeling tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

“Because you’re my best and only friend, and I need someone who not only accepts who I am, but also participates in the fucked-up things I want to do.” she whispers, “And also, corrupted innocence is a huge turn on for me. I get off watching people go against their morals and fall to their baser desires.”

“You’re a sick piece of shit.” I snap at her, but I can’t stop myself from arching my back and clenching around Tom’s cock.

“So are you, Laurie,” she whispers into my ear, her tongue flicking against my lobe, “now be a sick piece of shit with me, and I’ll eat your pussy.”

It’s too much, too much to take. My mind melts in the heat of my rising pleasure, and the temptation to give in becomes overwhelming. I stare into the loving, green eyes of my best friend, and I confess. I throw away the last of my pride, and accept who I really am.

Eleanor laughs and dismounts my back. She grasps my shirt as I whip upward, and my top is pulled off in a single swipe. I press my naked back against my brother’s heaving chest and look up at him with lust etched across my face. He looks back at me with a possessive desire that bores into my soul. He wants me so bad, and I want him too. I want the kind of fire he and Eleanor have, I want to burn in his passion.

“Kiss me,” I whisper to him as he drives relentlessly into my ruined asshole, “kiss me like you kissed her.”

He does. His lips press against my own, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. I suck his lips as he devours me. It’s sloppy, and wet, and so good. My body surrenders to him; my muscles relax, my insides unclench, and my resistances break down. His kiss radiates through my mouth and seduces every inch of me. I’m his; I’m his little whore.

He grabs the underside of my thighs and pulls my legs forward. Eleanor dips her head into my crotch and pulls my leggings to my knees. Tom parts from our kiss just in time for me to see Eleanor look up at me with her tongue out, before she buries it into my folds. My brow furrows, a moan seeps through my lips, and I push her closer with both hands. Tom leans back, and I fall into his lap. His cock impales me upon impact, and I squeal in delight and drive Eleanor’s face deeper into my crotch. Her nose squishes against my pelvis, her lips puff against my slit, and her tongue pushes further inside me. She muffles a tone of lechery, looks up at me, and smiles from around my curly mound. Her lips suck the tender folds of my dripping cunt, and draw the flesh into her mouth while her tongue pushes between them. My head falls back and rests on Tom’s shoulder as I pant pathetic breaths of ecstasy. He lifts me off his lap and surges upward with a jackhammer of violent thrusts. The sudden fervency of his sex shocks my body into a writhe of twisting vertebrae and gyrating hips. I wail to the ceiling, screaming a fluctuating note that wanes with every pull, and shrills with every drive.

“Anything.” I whisper, smiling with half-mast eyes. I would do anything for my older brother, especially in this state.

“Your master orders you to come.” He smiles.

“Thank you, master.” I smile back, and surrender myself to the feeling building inside me.

Tom grips my thighs until the fat protrudes from his knuckles. He spreads them wide, and I anchor my feet outside of his knees, locking my shaking legs in a wide squat. I push Eleanor’s face harder into my pelvis, and growl as her tongue presses against the spot on my vaginal ceiling. Beneath her chin, my nectar is leaking from my slit, sliding down my taint, and lubricating my ferocious sodomy. My asshole is a gaping ruin, and screaming its relentless abuse into the pleasure centers of my mind. My abs flex, my shoulders pinch back, my head falls onto my brother’s shoulder, and my heart races. A torrent of convulsions churns in my depths and the two pleasures of Tom and Eleanor mix within the tempest that rises from my pelvis. It’s a pressure that grows and grows, and my voice carries from my mouth with the rising feeling. My body lurches to the violent drive of Tom’s hips, sending my breasts and ass jiggling into a chaotic blur of rippling flesh. He’s driving so fast I think I’ll break in two, and as the pain reaches its precipice, so does my lustful assent. I screech out, buck my hips, and shower Eleanor with my release. The feeling erupts inside me, and every part of my body seizes in a clenching ruin. Tom smashes his pelvis against me, roars out, and comes in my ass. I sob in delight as his spunk rushes through my desecrated insides. He holds me high in the air; his pelvis pivoted against my ass, his back shaking in strain, and then we collapse onto the bed in an awkward bounce. Heavy breaths and glistening skin mingle with the sweet stench of sex. I ease into a blissful state of gratification; the endorphins seeping into my mind as an evolutionary reward. My body doesn’t care that what I just did was wrong at every level, and neither does my mind. It was the best I ever had. I snuggle up against the heat of my brother, and sigh a tone of satisfaction. I am his, and his alone.

“Wow,” Eleanor whispers, staring up at me with her head resting in my lap, “that was beautiful.”

“You fucking raped me!” I snarl at him. Tom’s eyes droop in crestfallen shame, and I can’t keep up the façade.

“And I fucking loved it,” I breathe onto his lips, searching his eyes, “how long have you thought about me this way?”

“Forever,” Tom smiles, “always. Did you ever…?”

“I mean…” I giggle, “the thought has crossed my mind, but it was just my brain making connections from ‘a’ to ‘b,’ you know? Like: Tom is a man, men have penises, I like penises, Tom has a penis. It was never an actual thought.”

“And now?” he asks me, pumping his still-erect cock into my ass.

My head falls, and a moan escapes my lips. I can’t come back from this, and I know it. This has ruined me, changed me forever, and I’ll have to adjust to the new reality.

“Eleanor, can you (ahhh) can you (fffuuuck), can you give me my phone?” I ask through increasing moans of pleasure.

Eleanor looks at me inquisitively, and then tosses me my phone. I unlock the touchscreen, page to my contacts, and select the number I’m looking for. Dial tone, and then an answer.

“Oh?” I smirk, and pull away from my brother. He pops out my ass with a sheath of my anal flesh still wrapped about him, and I yelp in delight as I’m turned inside-out again. I level my gaze on him, and crawl backward as I lick my lips. He raises an eyebrow at me, and gets on his back, and I do the rest. I look at him from the tops of my eyes as my tongue rests between his balls. I lick my way up, savoring the throbbing pulse of his sack, and then rest the tip of my tongue against his base. I draw it slowly along his underside, tasting his delicious cum and the sweet tang of my ass on his cock. When I get to the top, I wrap my lips around him, and take him slowly into my throat. His head falls back against the bedding, and he groans in satisfaction. I giggle at his loss of equanimity, and suck hard as I lower my head. He reaches the resistance of my throat, and I loosen for him, before taking him all the way in. I gag when I reach his base, but I don’t pull out. I rotate my lips, suckling the rigid skin of his loins, and then slowly draw up. His cum pools in my mouth and I keep it there until my lips close together at his tip. He looks up at me, and I stare at him. Then, I swallow.

“I fucking love you, Laurie.” He whispers.

I kiss the tip of his cock, and watch in rapt delight as it sways from side to side. Then, I look at him and smile broadly.

“I love you too, big brother.” I smile endearingly.

“Hey,” Eleanor yells indignantly, “don’t make me the third wheel! Show me some love!”

“But you already bought your dress,” Eleanor says, “so the expensive part is out of the way.”

“I haven’t seen you in it yet,” Tom says as he pets my curly hair, “I’d like to.”

“Hmm,” I smirk, “I bet you would. Do you know what I want?”

“What?” he asks.

“I want to wear it for you,” I whisper over Eleanor’s head, “and then I want you to cut it off me.”

I can practically feel Tom’s boner pushing on Eleanor’s back and driving her pelvis against my ass. Her eyes widen and she giggles at me.

“I think you should get that dress on,” she laughs, “like, right the fuck now.”

I sit upright to go to my closet, but something stops me. Through our merriment and lust, none of us heard the car pull up in the driveway. None of heard the back-door open, and none of us heard Mom walking up the steps. It wasn’t until it was too late, when she opened my bedroom door and saw the three of us, that we knew she had come home early.

This all started about two years ago when I was 50 years old. My wife had died in a car wreck about six months earlier when a drunk driver, fleeing State Troopers, t-boned my wife’s truck killing her instantly. Turns out he was the son of a prominent politico who was very willing to agree to a large out of court settlement and 15-25 years in a Texas prison plea bargain to keep it out of the papers. That and the insurance payments made my future a lot easier.

We lived on 10 acres about 20 miles outside Austin, Texas. It wasn’t really rural. We lived at the end of the road and we had neighbors on both sides of the road about 300 yards away. Close enough to no but far enough for privacy. We had lived in L.A. and swore when I retired from the military we would never live that way again.
Two weeks after my wife’s funeral I was moping around the house on a Sunday morning and there was a knock on my door, something that was a very rare occurrence out here. I opened the door and there stood Anna and CJ, the daughters of my neighbors up the road, Ricardo and Mara Ramirez. Anna was 15. We had just attended her Castaneda a month before the accident. CJ was 17 I think. Hers had been a couple of years earlier I think. They were dressed in their Sunday best and each was holding two foil covered plates. I looked up and saw their parents in their suburban in the driveway. They waved and I waved back. CJ smiled and said her mama said they had not seen me out in a few days and were concerned about me. L said I was fine and just needed some time to think. Anna said “Mama thinks food fixes everything”. I had them put the plates in the kitchen and watched them get in the suburban and leave.

As they walked away I thought their parents should be very proud. They raised 4 daughters while we lived here and they had all been smart, attractive and never got in trouble or pregnant. Beside these two they had Marissa who was lining in a dorm at UT and her second year and Kat, short for Katrina that she hated, living in College Station finishing her third year at A&M.

I figured I wouldn’t see them again for a while. We typically had talked with the family about once a month but we waved and said hi every time we came home and they were out side. So I was surprised when CJ showed up on my back deck the next Saturday afternoon. It was late spring the weather was warming up nicely so I had just finished cleaning the pool and setting the timer on the solar heater. In another week or two it would be warm enough to use again. We had put in the pool three years before and a privacy fence down one side of our yard so when we used the pool and deck we wouldn’t offend the neighbor with our lack of clothes. Even though they were a ways off my wife didn’t want to take a chance.

I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs daydreaming about the good times we had out here when CJ said “Hi” and startled me back to reality. Turned around and there was this 5’ 6” brunette 17 year old in shorts and a tank top that looked gorgeous and gave me an instant hard on. She looked nothing like the innocent girl that was on my front porch last Sunday. She said “I didn’t mean to scare you; I just wanted to ask a favor”. I asked her what she needed. “Well since its starting to get warm out I was wondering if it would be alright if I used your pool during the day while you’re at work, just until school starts up”. I told her that I had a problem with her being here by herself and she said “What if Anna comes over to”? I said “Have your mom and dad call me and let me know they are good with it and I’ll say yes”. She said” Great” and then turned and ran off across the field toward her house.

Her dad called that evening and said he was sorry if CJ had bothered me but I told him it was no problem, I was gone all day but I wanted to make sure he knew where they were and that I was ok with it. He said thank and he would let the girls know.
By the time I got home the only way I knew they had been there was the chairs and table had been moved to give them room to lie in the sun. We shut down early on Friday and I got home about 2pm. I put my motorcycle in the carport and walked thru the house and looked out on the deck. There were two girls laying on the deck in bikinis, very small ones at that, facing towards the house. I slid the back door open and said “Afternoon ladies. Are you enjoying yourselves?” They both rose up to say yes. That’s when I noticed neither one had their top tied. CJ’s breasts looked like they would be two hand fulls and Anna’s looked to be about one and a half hands. Both of them had little t-back bottoms on that disappeared as soon as they got to their crack and covered none of their ass cheeks. With their golden tans they look perfect.
Anna said “Can I use your Bathroom”? I said “Sure come on in. She laid back down to tie her top and I went back in to my bedroom to change. I put on a t-shirt and shorts and went out ad satin my recliner in the living room. Just then Anna came out of the bathroom and I saw her bikini for the first time. The top was two triangles that barely covered her areolas and the material was so thin you could see the dark circles thru them and her nipples poked out like a stack of dimes under the cloth. The bottom was pulled up into her slit and almost didn’t cover her lips. Again the thin material revealed there was no hair underneath.

She walked right up to the side of my recliner with her pussy at my eye level, smiled and said “Do you like my suit”? I said “Yes, what there is of it. What do your folks think of it”? She replied “Oh they don’t know we have them. We only wear them over here to tan”. Then she turned and went outside. I watched those two ass cheeks shake all the way out the door and never saw the cloth between them.
CJ came in a few minutes later and what a vision. The bikini she was wearing was the same color and size as the one Anna was wearing but with her larger breasts the areoles were larger than the material and were exposed on both sides. Her nipples were almost as large as the triangle. The bottom barely covered her lips and was not pulled inside like Anna’s was. When she came out of the bathroom her nipples looked larger like she had been playing with then and the bottom was pulled into her slit, exposing her lips. She walked up to my chair standing where her pussy with the exposed lips was at my eye level and said “Can I ask another favor”/ I said “Anything”. She said “We have a couple of girl friends that would like to come over and tan with us. Is that ok?”. I said “Sure, the more the merrier”. She said “I’ll let them know” and headed out the door. Before I could compose myself and get the tent down in my shorts, CJ and Anna had gathered up their stuff and were headed home. I headed for the shower and a beat off session that topped any in recent memory.

The week seemed to drag by I worked late Monday thru Thursday but at lunch Friday I told my boss I didn’t fell good and went home. I parked my bike and ran in the house. When I looked out on the deck, no one was there. Damn I thought I missed them. Then I looked up and saw four figures coming across the field. Soon I recognized CJ and Anna but I did know who the two girls with them were. As they got closer I could see they were all wearing bikinis. Three of them were the same as the ones Anna and CJ had been wearing before but the forth girl was wearing a different, I guess bigger style. When they got to the deck CJ introduce them. The smaller of the two, she was the same height as CJ, was Alissa she was a senior at the high school with CJ and Anna. She had Blonde hair, an athletic build and her breasts were a little smaller than Anna’s, maybe one big handful each. Still very nice though.

The other girl was the one that caught my eye though. CJ introduced here as Amanda. She was Alissa’s older sister. She was 21, 5’9’ tall and had flaming red hair. Up close I could see why she was wearing a regular bikini. The ones the other girls were wearing would have looked like big polka dots on her breasts. They had to be at least2 ½ hands full each with no sag and areoles that that were 3’ across and nipples that looked like a stack of nickels. The suit may have been a little larger but the material was just as thin. You could easily tell she and her sister were clean shaven. At this point my dick was hard in my jeans and needed some relief so I excused myself and said I was going to get out of my work clothes. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I got naked quick and grabbed a tube of lube. Five minutes later I shot a load that matched the one from being teased last Friday. Little did I know it was not over.
I put on some baggy shorts and a tee shirt and went back out to the living room to sit down. Just then Amanda came in from outside with her arms up pulling her wet hair back. This thrust out her breast and pulled the wet material tight over them. I didn’t see any scars so I figured they must be naturals. I was still admiring her breasts and her fabulous camel toe when she looked down and caught me staring. She smiled and said “See anything you like”? All I could say was “Heaven”. She giggled and went into the bathroom. When she came out she sat down on a couch across from me and said “I’m sorry about your wife. The girls told me about you and talked me into coming out here to help tease you out of you unhappiness. I will understand if you want us to leave and I’ll take care of the girls”. I said that’s ok. I was just start enjoying the show. Just don’t let them talk you into to much. They can be pretty persuasive. She laughed and said “Ok” and went back outside.

About a half an hour later I stepped out on the deck to find four beautiful girls laying on the deck with their asses facing me, only one had any visible fabric over it. I said “I’m going to go grab a burger and come back. See you all when I return if you are still here”. As I turned to leave on of them said “Can we go with you”. I said “Don’t you think you should check with your folks”? CJ said “They went down to the valley and won’t be back until Monday so let’s go”. They all jumped up and headed my way. I asked if they were going to put some more clothes on and someone said nope we’re good. I looked at Amanda and she just shrugged.

Everyone piled into my crew cab pickup and off we went. Amanda was in the front with me and the other three were in the back seat. As we headed down the road there was a lot of whispering and giggling in the back seat and Amanda caught me looking at her tits and crotch a couple of times but just smiled. It’s fifteen to twenty miles from my place to food, just to give you an idea how long this went on.
We finally got to the drive thru order speaker and I asked if anyone wanted anything. It seemed to take forever for them to order but finally he said pull around to the window. I pulled up to the window and waited for the guy to bring our food. He showed up with 5 bags and when he opened his widow he just stared. I know the bikinis were small but staring? I started to turn around a say something and there sat Amanda topless holding four tops in her hand. I looked in the back seat and the other three were sitting there topless and they started giggling. I looked at the guy in the window and he was standing there with a big grin on his face. I decided to go along with the girls and “So you girls think that’s cute? Well you can just stay topless until we get back home”. They started laughing and giggling again so I said “Keep it up and you loose the bottoms to”. They didn’t stop so I said “Get’em off now”. To my surprise I was suddenly bombarded by bikini bottoms including Amanda’s. I grabbed them up and threw them on the dash. I looked at the guy in the window and he was standing there with our food in his hands and his mouth open. I started to pay him but he just grinned and said “That’s ok this is on me”. CJ was sitting behind me and asked me to pull up a little. She leaned out of the window far enough to take his hand and place it on her breast, smile and say thank you. As I drove away the girls were laughing hysterically and saying they wanted to do that again.

I gave them their tops and bottoms back but when I got back home they were still naked. When we got out of the truck, they said there was no point in getting dressed since I had seen it all anyway.
We sat on the deck eating burgers and fries and watching the sun go down. I asked what time they had to go home and they said since their parents were out of town it didn’t matter. Alissa said she was spending the weekend with CJ and Anna. I looked at Amanda and she said she was off until Monday.

It was starting to get dark so I got up to turn on the pool and deck lights. Amanda said with a wicked grin “How come we’re all naked and he has all his clothes on?” I’m standing there trying to think of something to say and suddenly I have all four of them on me and I fall down. Next thing I know after a valiant struggle (ya sure) my clothes are gone, my dick is hard and I still have four naked women on top of me. I feel a hand on my dick and someone says it seven inches girls then I feel a tongue licking it followed by a mouth sucking on it. Just as I start to say something one of them plant their pussy on my face. What’s a guy to do but make the best of a situation? I stuck my tongue up as far as I could and I licked lips and sucked in a clit every time it got near. Now I feel a mouth on my balls. Three accounted for. All I wanted right now was to get my arms free so I could get a hold of the pussy on my face and give it the tongue lashing it deserved. Pressure was building in my groin and when I could stand it no more cum erupted form my dick as the mouth on it pushed all the way down on it. I could fell the throat milking my dick dry. I moaned into the pussy on my face as it orgasmed and flooded my mouth with juices. The pussy on my face rose up and I saw that it was Alissa. CJ had my dick down her throat and Anna had a mouth full of my balls. Amanda had been holding my arms so I was immobile.
CJ pulled her mouth from my dick with a pop and said “Yummy”. Anna let my balls fall from her mouth and said” You were supposed to save me some”. CJ said” Maybe next time little sister”. Alissa, CJ and Anna all laughed and took off for the pool.
I had just licked an 18 year old pussy to orgasm, shot a load of cum down the throat of a 17 year old all while having my balls sucked by a 15 year old. This must be what heaven is.

I was brought out of my bliss by Amanda’s voice saying “Now it’s my turn”. She leaned down and gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips. She released my arms and moved down to kiss and lick my nipples. This brought her large breasts over my mouth. I grabbed them and began rubbing them and pinching the nipples. Once they got hard I raised my head and sucked the left one into my mouth and felt her shudder. When I switched to the right one and gave it a nibble as I sucked on it she moaned softly. This continued for several minutes until she moved so she could run her tongue across the head of my dick.
This gave me the most incredible view. I was looking at her wet slit and puckered asshole with the moon as a backdrop. The sun had gone down and I was tackled before I could turn the lights on. Now her moon and the real moon were both up and what wonderful sight it was.

Suddenly she placed her mouth on my dick and swallowed it all the way down to my pubes. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and buried my tongue in her slit. Her musky sweet juices tasted like honey. She had my dick bury down her throat so long I started to wonder it she was ok. Just as I bit softly on her clit she pulled up off of my dick, took a deep breath and plunged my dick back down her throat. I bit down again and I felt her throat pulse as she tried to scream around my dick. As her orgasm flooded my mouth and face with her delicious juices.
She pulled her mouth off my dick and laid her head on my leg and placed a hand on my hard dick. I stopped nibbling on her clit and licked my way thru her pussy lips to the bottom of her slit. She was still giving little shudders and moans as I did. As she softly stroked my dick I circle her tight little asshole with my tongue. I heard her say softly”oh, god”. It pushed my tongue into her opening and I felt it pulse like it was trying to pull me in. She pushed her ass back against my tongue and yelled “fuck my ass” as her juices once again flooded out.

Suddenly lights came on and I heard a voice saying “Are you alright?”
I opened my eyes and there stood CJ, Anna and Alissa soaking wet with worried looks on their faces. I pulled my tongue for Amanda’s ass and she rolled off taking deep breathes. When she caught her breath she said “I have never had two orgasms that close together or as hard as the last one.”

As they stood there giggling I realized I was laying on my back with pussy juice on my face, Amanda’s hand still on my dick and three naked teenagers looking down at me. I said “I need to get up and clean my face off”. Amanda gave my dick a squeeze and said looks like you’re up to me.” Anna said” I’ll take care of you face” as she laid down beside me and began kissing my face and licking Amanda’s juices off me.
After a minute or so Amanda said “that’s enough, I’m not finished yet”. She gave my dick a couple more strokes and said “lets go inside and get comfortable.” I was comfortable as hell but I was taught not to argue with a lady, let alone four naked ones.

I have never written anything before. Constuctive critisism is welcomed. I have more chapter swirling around in my head if this is any good.

I lifted her blouse over her head, and unloosened her bra. “I need to feel that monster now! Jami, I need you to fuk me like it’s no tomorrow. Like its the end of the fukking world.”she said looking at me with a powerful intensity in her eyes. Without thinking twice about it, She began peeling off my clothes and I eased onto the bed. Diamond was sucking eagerly on my neck. I lightly pinched her clitoris and she yelped,” Ewwww! Fuk, that felt good!” “I want that big buck in me right now!. she quivered. I stood up on both feet–butt assed naked with my eighth wonder rising like the morning sun. “Will this fit you properly?” I asked. “Fuk yeah! She said biting her lower lip with evil lust. She fell onto her knees on the side of the bed and …

I was 70 plus miles away from Sacramento, in the Bay Area. My home sweet home. I had just gotten out of a very stressful relationship, and I really needed some “me time”, some time just for me– somewhere far away. I no longer cared for doing the relationship thing anymore. I was sickened, disgusted and burnt the fuk out! I had come to the conclusion that–the shyt just wasn’t for me.

It was a friday night, everybody was gathered at the sideshow. It was exciting. The whole red light district was crowded, with everything from Oldschool mob chevy’s, Box Chev’s, Cutlass Supremes, 76′ Coug-nuts, Mercedes-Benzs and every luxury vehicle you could name. All of them were pimped out with thick candy-coated paint jobs, Lamborghini doors, and chromed out rims.

Honey’s were out campaigning in full force. Most were dressed provocatively in short booty-hugging skirts with expensive hair, toe and nail jobs. Now don’t get me wrong, they all were super sexy–but there was one who stolen my attention away from everyone else.

She was only 5′ foot 6 inches tall.

She wore a cream colored cashmere scarf with a deep wine colored blouse, she was rocking the shyt out of a long white— silky Chanel skirt, along with a pair of burgundy four inch heel Jimmy Choo’s. She was INCREDIBLE! And oh yeah! She was HOT! Really fukking hot. She wore her hair pulled up, exposing the most sexiest caramel-colored skin that no imagination could even begin to think of.

Around her neck hung a thin silver necklace with a tiny pink crystal teardrop pendant, that seemed to snuggle comfortably between her juicy 34D sized breast.

She looked over at me with these sexy Medusa-type come fuk me eyes, because as soon as she did -my dick turned into solid stone. I succumbed–I couldn’t resist. I had to obey. I walked over to her displaying my charming smile.

“Hi. I’m Jami.” I said to her. “Hello. Nice to meet you Johnny.” She replied.

“No! Jah-me. Its Jami” I grinned.

“Oh shoot! Jami.” she said, slapping her hand over her mouth with a sweet girlie chuckle.

“Thats really unique. I never known a male name to be so attractive.” She extended her hand and said, “I’m Diamond.”

“Then it must be true!” I hinted.

“What’s true?” She asked taking the bait.

“The name Diamond. Because there isn’t a person, place, nor thing around here-that can outshine you.” I said sincerity and with conviction as I grabbed and held her hand.

She giggled. ” Thanks! You are really, really sweet.” She said looking bashfully at her pedicured feet.

“How do you know? I don’t recall myself allowing you taste anything.” I flirted in a smooth and mellow voice.

At that moment, the odor in the air had gotten too intense to breath, because of the heavy tire smoke. A youngsta in lion-yellow colored Mustang was spinning the rear end of his car, in a tight donut pattern on the asphalt. The rear end of his vehicle was spinning around, and around; whipping up a prodigious cloud of white smoke.

There was a second vehicle doing fish tails while another was spinning his tires- burning rubber while sitting still in one place. He then eased off the brakes; smoking up the parking lot and ultimatelybegan swinging his vehicle into a figure eight motion.

The teens went wild, cheering for him and toasting eachother with Siroc.

Weed smoke was every where.

Diamond looked at me and pulled me in closer to her and said, “Jami, I don’t want to be here. I wanna go. Can you take me somewhere?”

I nodded. “I live by near by the Square in downtown. Thats where I wanna be.” she informed.

“Sure. No worries.” I said.

“Let’s go! I’m parked over here.” I said pointing to my car.

I was driving a four-door silver 2016 Jaquar XE with black racing stripes.

Her place sounded a whole lot better than inhaling burnt tires around a lot of wild and excited teenagers.

She gave me the address, which I immediately locked into the GPS. We talked the 15 minutes it took to get to her place. We finally pulled up in front of her house. It was nice. The view overlooked the San Fransisco Bay. You could smell the ocean scent and see the lights coming from the Golden Gate Bridge.

The city skyline looked amazing! It was eye candy, just like Diamond.

“Jami here goes my house key. Would you mind going inside and taking a look around for me. My ex-boyfriend has been having some issues about letting go. I don’t think he would break in–but I just don’t feel comfortable going in there alone. Would you mind staying inside with me for a little while?” She pleaded.

“Is he with the shyt!? I don’t need no j-cat tryna get tough with me right now-I got enuff food on my plate.” I said in a serious tone.

“Hell no! You a man and that fool is a wienie. He only gets hot-headed with females. Hell no-He’s a poodle! That coward ain’t going to do shyt.” she said her voice filled with contempt.

I laughed at her comment, and grabbed her by the hand and set it on the belt loop of the rear of my jeans.

“Come on baby.” I said and led the way inside.

After conducting a thorough search of all the rooms, and checking behind the premises– she seemed to feel a lot more secure. She looked at me with this lingering question in her eyes. I took hold of her hands, and placed them gently into mines. I stared deeply into her amber eyes.

“What other services would you like for me to do?” I asked.

“I want you to stay, Jami. I feel really comfortable and safe with you. I just need you to be here with me.” she coo’ed.

I pulled her body in closely to me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She pulled back and looked at me with mock indignation. Then rammed her tongue inside my mouth, kissing me back ferociously. After a few minutes of tongue war, she grabbed the front of my pants and yanked me into her bedroom.

“Jami, I need to feel a big dick. I want you to rupture my fukking insides.” she said with a heaviness in her voice.

She walked over to the bed stand and grabbed a remote. She pushed a button that dimmed the lights in the room and suddenly, the sound of soft jazz infiltrated our atmosphere. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a prescription bottle full of green leaf.

“Show me your blunt, and I’ll show you mines.”she said wiggling her eyebrows.

We both laughed. She took out a cigar and surgically split it down the middle using her thumb nails. Filled it and twisted it evenly.

She then lit the stick. Inhaled deeply and began coughing uncontrollably.I grabbed the stick away from her and took a long drag of it myself, and set it down in the ashtray by the bed. I leaned my body into hers. I reached my hands in back of her and cupped her voluptuous ass in my hands and squeezed them tightly. Imagining my dick was already planted between her sweet soft cheeks.

I lifted her blouse over her head, and unloosened her bra.

“I need to feel that monster now! Jami, I need you to fuk me like it’s no tomorrow. Like its the end of the fukking world.”she said looking at me with a powerful intensity in her eyes.

Without thinking twice about it, She began peeling off my clothes and I eased onto the bed. Diamond was sucking eagerly on my neck.

I lightly pinched her clitoris and she yelped,” Ewwww! Fuk, that felt good!” “I want that big buck in me right now!. she quivered.

I stood up on both feet–butt assed naked with my eighth wonder rising like the morning sun. “Will this fit you properly?” I asked.

“Fuk yeah! She said biting her lower lip with evil lust.

She fell onto her knees on the side of the bed and immediately slapped her mouth over my dick making slurping sounds, as if she was sucking a “Missile popsicle”. She was jotting her head backwards and forwards. She was sucking me violently. It was as if my dick was made of the same ingredients as a grape-flavored tootie roll pop.

“Damn Jami! Mmm–Mmmm–mmm.

This is some sweet…MMm…ass dick, baby,Mmm.

Fuk yes I said you was sweet damn it.

MMMmm. And Mmmm… I knew I was right.” she said sucking and smacking on it loudly between her words. “Jami, you have to fuk me good.” she commanded.

Diamond laid backward across the bed. The moisture on her shaven pussy glistened in the dim room light. It made her pussy twinkle. Sort of like her name–Diamond.

Oh fuk! I was going to enjoy this woman all night.

“Come and fuk inside my mouth!” she demanded.

She was rubbing her pussy like she was trying to start a camp fire between her legs. She sure succeeded in to that, because she was burning with sexual heat. I grabbed her wet hand, slid her fingers in to my mouth, and slowly sucked the juices off.

“Ewww Shyt! That turns me the fuk on!” she said.

I spread her lips apart and darted my tongue inside her flesh.

“Ahh. Ahh. Eww yeah. Oh shyt. I’m gonna nutt.” She said. Her pussy began to constrict as a guttural like scream escaped from her throat.

“Yeaaaah! Ewwwwwww shyt!” “Ew baby I need that burrito stuffed in me right now! Punish this shyt, Jami.” She commanded.

“Okay! Here comes the bride.” I warned.

I walked behind her and seared my hot lead into her fuk hole.

“Oh Jami, hold it!

Shyt! It freaking hurrrts-fuk it!

Drive it in. Fuk it. FUK me!.

Oooohhhhh whew-hahh-whew-whew- fuk yes!

You BIG– donkey dick–MUTHA FUKKA!” She blurted out.

I could feel her pussy squeezing tightly like a Boa constrictor around my dick, I could barely pull back. Her pussy was so tight she felt like virgin. I was drilling this dick into her ruthlessly without any remorse. I was in her as deep her pussy would go. I yanked her hair, and began burrowing myself into her deeper, faster, deeper, harder, and faster.

Making her ass cheeks sound like a thousand face slaps, as I buried my dick into her fiery cave. Yanking her head back by her hair every time thrusted into her. My spear was driving deeply into her flesh. I took my other hand and I slapped her ass cheeks harder!

“I going to fuk all the wind out of you.” I said preparing her for the moments next to come.

I pulled my horn out her swollen pussy and turned her over so I could swallow some more of her fresh pussy down my throat. I licked her pussy like a cat licking a bowl of milk. She shoved my face hard into her sugary pussy and it tasted like raw honey was in my mouth. She pushed my face even harder into her.

“Sizzz! Eww, that feels great!” she crooned. ” Oh yeah!” I said darting my tongue in and out her intoxicating flesh.

I stopped. She lifted her head up and looked at me in a daze. I grabbed her hair and dragged her over to the edge of the bed and popped my dick in her throat. I grabbed her head with both hands and started pumping into her mouth slowly but forcefully. With each thrust I could feel her warm tongue stroking vein underneath my dick.

“Ohhh, fuk Diamond. Your mouth is on bling! Suck it! Oh FUk! Suck–my diiiiick” I said as strolled my dick over her tongue. “Now its desert time. I want your ass sticking up and your face down.”I demanded. I watched my dick slowly disappear into her good stuff.

Her head was buried into the pillow. I began pumping dick in and out of her, going back and forth like a Lumber’s saw. While I was destroying her pussy with my casual weapon, my thumb was now pressing into her ass hole. I sunk it in when I pulled it out, it made a sexy ‘smack’ sound. “Oh fuk yea. Do it. Crack my ass open.” She said in horny voice.

I pulled my dick out deliberately and slowly. Her pussy was so wet it sounded like someone smacked on a piece candy.

“SMACK”

I held my dick in my right hand began beating it like a drum in the palm of my left. I circled around Diamond like a lioness circling her prey. Her eyes followed the sound of my dick slapping against the palm of my hand. Then finally, I stopped and stood behind her still. Her body quivering with anticipation. It was drenched with sweat and so was mines. When I slid inside her ass it was so fukking wet it easy getting in.

“Damn iiit. Ohhh I’m fukking in love with this dick.” She said as her body collapsed over the bed. Her body stretched flat-out on the bed, making her ass hole grip me tighter. “Damn you are fukking punishing me!. she cried. “Damn your asshole feels like a fist around my dick!

“Ahhh yeah! Fuk, this ass is gorgeous!” Her asshole felt so good. I began to loose control and was speeding up. Her love hole was burning hot. Inner and out her, faster, harder, sinking deeper, and jabbing faster. My eyes began to roll back as I shuddered and poured my milk into her cavity.

Then suddenly, we heard hands clapping in the background ,coming from the other side of the room. “Bravo! Whoo hoo! Bravo!”
We looked back around and there was a shadowy figure sitting in the chair at the corner of the room, smoking on a bud stick.
I looked in the ash tray. The blunt was missing.
Her ex-boyfriend.
“Mutha fukka!”

Oh fuck, I can feel his cock pounding into the wall of my pussy, it’s uncomfortable possibly painful but I enjoy it, my cunt is dribbling into my hand as I frantically finger my clit, the wetness runs onto the sheets but is eagerly replaced with lots more. His movement is forceful and deep, he hits me hard with his hips onto my arse cheeks with every stroke, his cock hits my pussy with the same force. I’m going to feel this for a few days at least, but it’s nice to feel used.

Oh fuck, I can feel his cock pounding into the wall of my pussy, it’s uncomfortable possibly painful but I enjoy it, my cunt is dribbling into my hand as I frantically finger my clit, the wetness runs onto the sheets but is eagerly replaced with lots more. His movement is forceful and deep, he hits me hard with his hips onto my arse cheeks with every stroke, his cock hits my pussy with the same force. I’m going to feel this for a few days at least, but it’s nice to feel used.

I slip 2 fingers into my pussy to make it a bit tighter for me, he’s not massive and I love to be stretched, this increases the friction on the rear of my soaked opening, he feels me inserting them and moans a little with pleasure, this pleases me too, and my cunt dribbles even more.

His entire huge bodyweight is lying on top of me, I’m face down, body pushed into the mattress, face into the solitary pillow, my favourite position, with my hand under me so I can sneakily finger my clit.

“Your cock feels so hard” I mumble into the stifling pillow, “Fuck me with it, I want to feel it for days” I continue.

He’s said this before and it intrigues me he would want to say such things, surely he would be jealous of some guy fucking me with a massive cock, making me moan, scream, cum, digging my nails into in flesh with pleasure and the pain of my cunt being filled up totally, These thoughts make me cum in an instant, his words hit the spot and he knew they would.

I writhed as I cum, my clit throbbed with the increased blood flow, my stomach clenched as the orgasm hit me with full force, I could feel my pussy gush and flood my hand, dribbling onto the sheets. With every continuing thrust he made my tightening cunt opening ache, his actions are more forceful as he feels me cum.

“OH FUCK!!” I scream.

“FUCK ME HARDER, I WANT YOU TO HURT ME” I continue to shout at him through the muffled pillow.

He violently rams his whole body against mine, his cock hits the wall of my pussy with every stroke, it makes the gurgling sound of pleasure as it gushes more, this increases his passion. He brings his knees inside mine and forces my legs open, almost at right angles to my hips, this makes my arse rise into the air, a clear invitation to him.

I feel him pull out and as it rests above me I feel my cum juices dribble from his cock into the crack of my arse. In one motion I feel him enter my sweet arsehole, my wetness makes it so easy for him to slide in deep and again he starts to pound at me, balls deep, full length thrusts, his hips hitting my arse cheeks, my cum juices making a splashing sensation as he does. My fingers frantically rub my clit, my hand is drenched with sticky cum as the feeling of him raping my arse excites me.

“Yes I do now please fuck it hard” I reply gasping for breath at each stroke.

“Don’t you wish it was a massive cock in your arse and me in your cunt” he continues.

“Yes, yes I do” I retort “I want to be stretched, to be hurt, to be violated”

This spurs him on and wrapping his arm around my throat to hold me firmly, he pounds into me almost collapsing my body in his grip. I cum again turned on by his ferocity, my clit throbs and cunt gushes into my palm. My clenching arse makes him cum in return, I feel his cock deep in my arse start to pulsate, his hot cum squirts into my waiting orifice, he pulls out slightly and I feel some of it dribble from my hole onto my cunt and then to my fingers. A job well done, a wet cunt and stretched arse, My idea of a perfect morning.

He stays in me as we recover, his arms are holding onto me as best he can, my hand is still beneath me as I gently rub my tingling clit. He kisses my neck, I turn and in turn kiss his lips.

“I do love you and love how you fuck me hard” I say to him

“I love how you pussy and arse feel in the morning honey” he replies.

In time the inevitable happens and his cock shrinks dropping from my arse hole taking with it some of his spent load. He rolls off and rubs himself hard again while fingering my cunt, he’s soon ready again, rolls me onto my back to reveal me rubbing myself. He climbs on me lifts my legs up to show my dripping gaping cunt and drives himself deep inside me with all his bodyweight.

My cunt hasn’t recovered from the pounding he gave me earlier or the stomach clenching orgasms, but his attention is more than welcome. My hands reach for his massive chest, while one of his wraps around my throat, and the other steadies him on the bed head, his body swings into me pivoting from his knees and resting point around my neck, his huge body hammering itself home with every stroke. I feel his cock rubbing against the inside of my blood swollen birth canal and my enlarged pussy lips with my steroid enlarged clit stroking his cock as he enters me repeatedly.

The pressure of his strokes force my cum juice to dribble down between my bum cheeks to mingle with his cum leaking from my arse and soaking the sheets. My finger redirects itself to my clit and I begin to massage it gently, they get trapped with each clash of our sweat and cum drenched bodies but this just excites me more. He pulls out and moves down the bed to bury his face in my dripping cunt, holding my legs apart with his arms and one hand spreading my lips, he devours my clit, sucking it like a small cock, occasionally tongue fucking me. I show my gratitude by dribbling my cum down his chin.

The feeling of his face in my crotch makes me tremble with delight, my hands grip the back of his head pulling him in deeper as he viciously sucks at my cunt. He releases one leg to insert two fingers into me, now finger fucking me, sucking at my clit I’m in ecstasy, he moves the fingers to my arse and finger fucks it with his cum lubricated digits, then slips them back into my aching pussy.

Lifting himself up, he returns to fucking me with his cock and body, holding my legs up he now has easy access to both holes and soon makes use of them. Slipping out of my cunt and into my cum filled arse, his wet cock meets no resistance. This time drilling deep into my arse with all his force and all of his stroke, then pulling out and into my gaping cunt again, pounding into it making the cum juice run out and fill my arse, ready for him to renter it for more anal raping.

One of my hands is busily rubbing myself, the erect clit enjoying the attention, the other his faintly holding him away so as to offer some resistance to him but only as a gesture, my body and mind are enjoying this to much to want him to stop.

The energy exerted is forcing sweat from his forehead to drip onto me, running down my cleavage to pool in my navel and mixing with mine. He pauses for a while, pulls out and sits to my side, resting, regaining energy. He has never been a lazy fuck and luckily he is fit enough to give me a good long fuck session when needed.

As he mops the sweat, I carry on rubbing my clit and slipping the odd finger inside then up to have a taste of myself,

“Nice?” he asks.

I slip them back in and give them to him to try.

“Here try for yourself” I reply.

He begins to suck on my fingers, licking them gently then sucking them again.

“Try mine” he says,

Getting up before me he grabs my head and pulls me towards his cock, my mouth already open to receive it willingly. He takes a handful of my hair and uses it as handles to face fuck me then throat fuck me. His cock hits the back of my throat making me gag and my eyes run. The tip slips passed my tonsils cutting off air supply.

“That’s better” he says “Deep throat me, take my cock all the way”

He releases me to get air then fucks my throat again. My hand is between my legs, fingers inserted into my pussy, palm rubbing my solid erect clit, I can feel my cunt squeeze and spasm as he deep throats me, he has been saying that he wants me to suck a guys dick while he fucks me so he can feel it for himself, then change round so the lucky guy can feel it too.

4,5,6 times he chokes me, then lets me up for air, as he does saliva runs from my mouth down my chin as well as down his cock onto his balls, I run my tongue along its length to the base and up again, kissing his purple swollen head, then he forces it back into me choking me again, my free hand tries to hold him away but he is merciless in his action.

After several cycles of gagging and relief he cups my chin with his hand, leans down and passionately kisses me, licking my lips and chin, tasting me and him. He lies face up on the bed beside me, holds his cock vertical saying,

“Climb on my cock Bitch”

“Yes Boss” I reply,

Eagerly I climb on top of him, high on my haunches I hover over his saliva soaked cock, my lips hanging, dripping with my cum, lower myself slowly onto it. I feel its tip touch my waiting pussy as I insert him in me, I let my weight force myself down until I feel him hitting deep inside. His hands reach for my breasts, cupping them, my nipples between his fingers, he gently at first squeezes them, then more forcefully. I’m riding his cock, my hands resting on his shoulders my legs lifting me to the tip and back inside again.

“Do you want a huge cock to sit on??” he asks.

“what would I do with a big cock, I’m only small” I reply.

“Let it fuck you deep and hard till it hurts you, until you can take all of it, so it stretches your cunt so much you take weeks to recover” is his answer.

I’m still unsure why my loving husband would want to let others fuck me, but I’m too much in the mood to argue,

“Yes I want a massive cock to sit on and hurt me, I want to cum on his cock and make his balls wet, I want to feel it so deep inside me, I want you to fuck my throat as I do” That’s what he wants me to say.

At this I raise myself up to allow his cock freedom from my demanding pussy and to enter my hole, I grab it as it leaves me then position it under my arsehole and then lower myself down onto it, slowly, the tip enters my already cum filled hole then the shaft, I feel it open me up as I slide down on it. Eventually it’s fully inside me, our skin is touching, my bum cheeks on his groin. He reaches up and wraps his hands around each of my small breasts, but very firmly squeezing them as I rise and fall on his cock.

“That’s it fuck you tight arse with my cock, make it hurt, make yourself cum with it” he orders me.

My fingers are rubbing at my clit, wet, cum soaked clit, my cunt it slapping against his pubis leaving a puddle with every impact, the slurping sounds are so horny.

“love your wet cunt dribbling on me” he says.

“I love your hard cock in my arse” I reply “It makes so horny”

“Good cum for me then, dribble your cum on me and then sit on my face so I can drink it from your cunt”

This spurs me on, I frantically bounce up and down on his solid cock, pushing it deep into my willing arse, still rubbing my clit in a frenzy.

“Fuck that’s awesome” he comments. “Keep fucking my cock”

I don’t need telling, his hands are gripping my tits, my fingers are frigging my clit, my arse is full of cock, my pussy is gushing on his body, everything is in unison.

This goes on and on seemingly for hours, but realistically 20mins at the most, but i’m enjoying it to much to stop. Then he starts to raise his hips to meet my bum cheeks, violently slapping me with each stroke, it stings, my wetness makes it worse, he releases my tits, they sigh a breath if relief, but he then begins to slap my arse cheeks, this spurs me on.

“Ouch!!” I exclaim

But this doesn’t stop him, repeated slaps,then,

“Cum now bitch cum for me” he orders.

I concentrate on his cock in my arse and my fingers on my clit, then I feel it coming. The feeling stirs in me again, my clit throbs and wants more attention, my movements are more violent as I begin to peak, then my cunt muscles spasm, in return it gurgles letting out a stream of my cum onto his body.

“good girl” he exclaims “I love the feel of your arse when you cum” he continues “ your cunt is so wet it’s awesome I want to taste it”

I push myself hard onto his cock, all of my force and body weight push him deep inside my wanting arse, again my cunt spasms and more cum runs from it, more and more spasms follow releasing my juice with each one.

The muscles clenches follow, my uterus contracts and hurts my stomach, having a baby was easier than the orgasms he gives me with anal, but I want them so much, it makes him happy to know iv’e cum.

I can’t take any more and lift myself free from his cock, Still rubbing my clit, get up and straddle his face with my legs, my swollen clit and pussy lips hang low between them still dripping with my cum juice. he immediately grabs his cock and starts rubbing it madly as I lower my cunt onto his waiting mouth, He instantly begins to suck my tingling clit but it’s so sensitive that I struggle to stay in place, even though I love to sit on his willing mouth it’s more than I can take, I continue to dribble into his mouth and down his face until its too much and push myself from him.

I look down to see his rock hard cock, in his hand, getting a frantic wanking, I carry on rubbing my clit and he watches me intently. I see his movement become more urgent.

“Put it in you mouth and swollow me” he orders.

Without delay I bend down and take his throbbing cock in my willing mouth, grip it with one hand still rubbing myself with the other. I carry on his wanking motion, I feel it get bigger and harder and know he is nearly there. He puts his hand on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat, my eyes water, I gag, my saliva runs down his cock soaking the sheets.

“Suck it bitch, suck it and swallow me” He demands.

I devour his cock like a starving woman, then he forces it in with all his might and explodes in my mouth, the warm cum erupts into my throat and I swallow it down, eruption after eruption follows and I gladly drink each drop, when he finishes I run my tongue up his shaft to the tip and tease his end making him quiver with delight.

“Thank you” He says “Your awesome”

I move up to his face and give him a massive French kiss, sharing my meal with him.